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Desmond the poet Apr 2018
When we met, love Obnubilated me.
I became bananas about you.
I wanted to be luculent.
Just to be Pauciliquent.
I however felt like a blatherskite.
You probably thought I was a glaikit.

Did I sound like a meacock instead?
If so, it’s due to kakorrhaphiophobia.
I might have operose my feelings.
Did it seem like I wanna mamaguy you?
You behaved like a frondeur.

Your callipygian body looked extramundane.
Your hair looked ulitichous.
Did you feel like I lusted your Callipygian shape?
I foresaw a love that won’t flatline.
If it does, it will be eucatastrophe.

Now we’re together, I’m disenthrall from Misogamy.
You’re a deipnosophist and a mixologist.
I’m edcious.
To keep you happy, I share a boffola.
To me, love felt like a Humdudgeon.
Using rare and probably used words to express how I felt when I met my wife for the 1st.
PoetWhoKnowIt Dec 2012
Within my cave
I sit and crave
sable stone
It may be my grave

Within my eye
I catch the sky
brilliant blue
I may begin to cry

Within my heart
I desire to start
wellaway wishes
It's the hard part

Within my sprint
I start to squint
obnubilated outside
It seems to tint

Within my mind
I'm so inclined
dodging disaster
In caves I find

So on my grave
I sit and crave
sable stone
Within my cave
sable - blackish, dark
obnubilated- to becloud, obscure

A quick write.
TL Capers Oct 2017
As the star that illuminated the minds of this world.

From the beginning of time it was I, but now have fallen into this obnubilated swirl

Of confusion, ignorance, a mental contusion.

The question lies, why I , my, people, suffer? Thoughts never concluded.

To loose, the conclusion cons illusions conquered by the cons cure conjured by those who con jurors to confuse those who were part of the con titled "fusion"

A cons game in which we partake in everyday. We play, we pay, unaware of the fact that our very souls are at stake. This is the world that you make.

When hear lies here,the there and now. Presently present wrapped pleasantly a gift given. Consciousness.

Hijacked like the planes that hit twin pillars shined bright with fire gave birth to death in a new form. Enter the void.

— The End —